Wise decision keeping ones gob shut in the workplace.
Safe conversations are music, food and sport.
My Daily moan is toilet roll in public toilets.
Why does it not drop down and when it eventually does it snaps after a gentle tug because of the weight of the industrial size loo roll in the locked holder.
Still it could be worse, the dispenser could dish out square sheets of grease proof paper.
Give me the bum gun any day of the week.
Rant over.![]()
City sucks the life out of the envious![]()
Good point, I bet nobody told them that bog users reaching for the leading sheet will have wet hands, then at first touch the paper disintegrates.
Gently grab the top end closest to the bin and yank gently to build traction, bit harder to gather momentum then whoosh, this sends the inside reel into a spin and releases enough paper for the next few users. Best to time this manoeuvre with a queue building up, so you can strut out with dry hands and total respect!
The neighbour's have their marquee out again, blasting out shit Thai music at 7am. Their last party which was for one of them dieing lasted 2 weeks. This shit sounds more upbeat so maybe a wedding.
Sod this, I'm off to Bangkok for the weekend.
Wankers.
The monks have arrived, dulcet tones of them chanting away
Just returned from Tukcom car park, been going there since forever, exit gives 2 options, right or forward right, both with arrows aimed at exit; did a right to follow my usual route, Thai driver parked facing wrong way and blocking exit, Mrs scolds me for going the wrong way, I point at the arrows confirming my choice, mention that only one of us can be right and therefore the other must be wrong = mega sulk!
Booked a hotel in Bangkok now and theyve all fucked off. Apparently they were making morning merit for the guy who died 6 months ago.
Big dogs, small bitches, same same
He'll be across the road on Suk 5 keeping Lulu's harem entertained
Then down to Suk 7 for a few kebabs.
A quick trip to Lolitas on Soi 6 then of up soi Cowboy on the back of a katoey motorcycle taxi.
He'll wake up Monday morning on Rayong beach and crawl home for a five day detox of 40 B&H and 5 pints of Guinness a day.![]()
The only time I did anything of the sort was to wifey in UK on her monthlies when she blasted me for being in the wrong lane which I wasn't, and again for pausing to let mates car in the wrong lane through, ended up walking off from the middle of 5-ways Corner Mill Hill and going awol three days till the hormones wore off.
But those were my younger days; now I just ignore the noise.
Yeah, I don't know how Dilly gets away with stuff like that - I agree he was right to do it, but my missus would fukinwell slaughter me for leaving her to walk home...
I hope he posts some Hooters pics rather than more granny undercrackers (that was disgraceful...).
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